There's a guitar that cries in the night
For the memory of Jimi Hendrix, the legend of light
He played with his soul, he played with his heart
He was the Universe's ally, a lightworker of art
He could levitate with his music, he could touch the sky
He could make the people feel, he could make them cry
He was a master of his craft, he was a genius of sound
He left a legacy behind, he left a sacred ground
Now his guitar is lonely, it misses his touch
It waits for someone worthy, it waits for someone much
Someone who can honor him, someone who can play
Someone who can carry on his spirit every day.2.10.2023 (c) satu tanninen
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